idle mistress

Chapter 201 Letters
Her origin is unknown, and her surname is still Shen, who else could it be if it wasn't her, Shen Qing.

Lu Huijuan couldn't figure it out, how could a prisoner transform into the mistress of the Yeyun Courtyard?
No matter how wonderful Farewell My Concubine sang on the stage, she didn't care to watch it, and kept staring at the woman sitting in the exclusive seat in front of the stage the whole time.

Seeing the woman watching the show, she suddenly covered her mouth and coughed.

She became more certain of the identity of this person in her heart.
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In the twelfth lunar month of last year, Cao Juren bought a property in the west of the city, took his wife and children out of the Mausoleum Palace, and set up another house.

On the Qixi Festival, the old concubine held a grand family banquet in the Mausoleum Palace, and invited all the famous ladies in Huai City to the mansion, creating a great excitement.

Naturally, Gao Ningxiang also went to this family banquet.

Since her sister-in-law passed away, she couldn't accept it for a while, and her husband repeatedly persuaded her not to interfere in the affairs of the Prince's Mausoleum, so she stayed in the new house and rarely went out to communicate with the female family members of the Palace.

The family banquet was organized by the old concubine herself, and she even sent someone to invite her specially. She had to give her face, so Gao Ningxiang still led her daughter there.

On this day, she met her sister-in-law's natal family. She had long heard that Xu Bijun, the eldest niece of her sister-in-law, looked very similar to her sister-in-law. When she saw this, she was surprised...it was so similar.

I saw a somewhat familiar face, and a person who was close to my sister-in-law's blood.

Gao Ningxiang wanted to get close. She didn't reveal that she was Gao Erye's younger sister, but only said that she was Cao Juren's wife.

Now, Xu Bijun heard that she was just a wife of a famous person, not from a famous family, so he ignored her and stuck to Zhao Yi's side wholeheartedly.

It was only then that Gao Ningxiang realized that even if they looked similar, it didn't mean they had similar personalities and temperaments. Miss Xu and her sister-in-law were very different in character.

She vaguely remembered that her sister-in-law once mentioned to herself that she was in her natal family in Lanyang, and she had a close relationship with her second mother, the Zhang family, and loved her like mother and daughter; but she had no relationship with the third family, the Rong family.

That Xu Xiaoke is from the third house, Gao Ningxiang is very clear about her kind of virtue.

This Xu Bijun also belonged to the family of three, although he could not kill a whole boat with one stick, but Gao Ningxiang could already see a thing or two about this person's appearance.

As a result, the idea of ​​deepening friendship was dispelled.

Seeing that Zhao Yi was very close to his cousin, she reminded her a little bit; then she thought about it, after all, she was from her sister-in-law's natal family, and a ten-year-old girl, even if she was a bit snobbish, might not really be moral. corrupt.

As an elder, it is inappropriate for me to obstruct it.

After thinking about it, I finally gave up.

After sitting down with her daughter and drinking a few cups of scented tea, after watching half of the play, Gao Ningxiang bid farewell to the old concubine and left the Mausoleum Palace.

The human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze. "Title Capital Nanzhuang"

The familiar scenery is the same as in the memory, but things are different, staying for a long time will only add to the sadness...

After the Qixi Festival, I think that autumn is coming.

Gao Ningxiang planned to take out the children's autumn clothes and wash them first, and prepare them first.

Together with the maidservant, they turned out the clothes that were pressed at the bottom of the box. When they opened it, they realized that the children were growing up, and they couldn't even wear any of last year's autumn clothes.

So, she took her children to a silk shop that she often visited in previous years, and planned to make some autumn clothes.

Not long after entering the silk and satin village, there was a scream from the maidservant outside the door.

Gao Ningxiang thought something happened, so she hurried out and asked, "What happened?"

The servant girl also looked dumbfounded, and shook her head at her: "I don't know, someone hit me directly just now, and he disappeared before I could react."

The place outside this door is empty, and it is not a crowded street, with very few people.There must be a problem with hitting people directly.

Gao Ningxiang was concerned immediately: "Have you been injured, have you lost any money on your body?"

The maid shook her head, but handed a letter to her: "Ma'am, that man is here for you, and he left this behind."

Gao Ningxiang took the things over and took a look, but saw five words written on the letter: Mrs. Cao herself.

She looked at the maid with a puzzled face, and seeing that there was no one around, Gao Ningxiang lowered her head and opened the letter, seeing what was written inside, her face suddenly became serious...
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Shen Qing sat on a low chair and soaked her feet. This was requested by the doctor, who said that soaking her feet every day and sweating would help to get rid of the cold in the body.

She also likes to soak her feet personally. While soaking, she also reads a book, but she is also leisurely.

Occasionally, Biyu would come in to test the water temperature for her, and when the water was cold, she would add some hot water to the footbath.

Shen Qing was engrossed in reading, and when she saw someone squatting in front of her, she thought it was Biyu who wanted to heat water for herself, so she couldn't help saying: "Biyu, there's no need to add water, I've soaked enough."

Hearing this, the man picked up a towel next to him and put it on his lap, then reached out to pick up her foot from the basin and put it on the towel.

As soon as that hand touched his foot, Shen Qing felt something was wrong.

She looked away from the book, met Zhao Yan's deep and narrow eyes, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment: "His Royal Highness, why is it you..."

After all, seeing her reddened feet resting on his lap, she reflexively wanted to pull her feet back, but the man stopped her with one hand.

He pressed her ankle, picked up a towel spread on his thigh to cover her feet, and pressed his hands gently to dry her feet.

After one foot is finished, the other is changed in the same way.

Shen Qing was a little embarrassed to be served by a big man like this.But seeing that he wiped seriously, he still didn't make a sound.

The man dried her feet, held her pair of jade feet, and looked at them carefully.

Shen Qing knew that she had a pair of very beautiful feet, soft and slender, moist and fair, and in good shape.

Most of the girls in the Dacheng Dynasty had bound feet, and she was glad she didn't.

The man was obviously also attracted by the pair of jade feet, holding it in his hand like holding a piece of fine jade, and rubbing it with his fingertips from time to time.

The nerve endings under the feet are more abundant, when he scratched her feet with his fingertips, Shen Qing had an abnormally sensitive reaction.

Shen Qing shrank her feet, but the man's five fingers tightened, and his cold palms pressed against her soles.She just felt a current rushing upwards.

Shen Qing wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, she felt that her mouth was dry.

She blushed and begged, "Let go of me first, I'm ticklish."

Then he struggled again, and the man's hand loosened.

In order to ease the ambiguous atmosphere, Shen Qing changed the subject: "Your Highness, why did you invite the entire troupe to Yeyuntai?"

Zhao Yan looked at her: "Do you like it?"

She nodded: "Of course I like it, but this is setting up a stage and inviting a troupe. It's too costly and expensive, so there's no need for it."

(End of this chapter)